Mr. Kiyokawa's house.

At this moment, his subordinate, the gray monkey, was waiting for him to put on a snow-white wide-sleeved tunic .

The waist of the dress was suitable, with a simple jade belt, and with his flowing big sleeves and hairstyle with only a wooden hairpin, making his whole person look extraordinarily elegant.

It is very temperamental of a Qing Gao literati.

"How's the preparation over there in Qingheju?"

"Sir, don't worry, everything has been arranged for a long time, just wait for you to pass."

"Well, when is it?" Mr. Qinghe nodded, very calm.

"There are still more than two quarters of an hour to go."

"Go and have someone pour me a cup of tea." Mr. Qinghe, who was dressed, was not in a hurry, and found a place to sit down.

"Yes, sir, wait a minute."

Today is an important day, and as the protagonist of this day, he must be the last to appear.

In that case, it will attract everyone's attention.

Today, he enjoys the feeling of being watched by many people with adoring and admiring fanatical eyes.

It felt like rising into the clouds, high up in the sky, and the whole body smelled of satisfaction.

If he appeared too early, the so-called literati would have asked him a lot of questions.

It's annoying.

"Sir, tea."

"Hmm." Mr. Qinghe took a sip of the teacup and asked again.

"Are you ready for the painting I asked you to prepare?"

"Sir, look, it's all ready." The gray monkey brought the two paintings to Mr. Qinghe and unfolded them.

"Alright, put it away." After taking a look at the painting, Mr. Qinghe's mood instantly became not good.

It's not that the painting in front of you is bad.

On the contrary, the painting in front of him was too familiar to him, and it was the school of painting that he was good at, adding some Yishu style.

Although he looked satisfied, this satisfaction also set off the dilemma that he could not paint at all.

As soon as he thought of this, his heart became a little manic.

"Sir, I heard that a large number of people have gathered at the gate of Qingheju, and many people are waiting there before dawn in order to cheer you on."

The gray monkey is Mr. Qinghe's confidant, and he knows what he cares about the most, so after seeing that he is in a bad mood, he immediately shifts the topic to his favorite point.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw that the corners of Mr. Qinghe's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a faint smug on his face.

"Well, they have a heart."

He sat and rested for a while, and during the break, Mr. Qinghe even picked up the mirror on the side and practiced controlling his expression in front of the mirror.

When the time was almost there, he got up and set off.

His family's house is not far from Qinghe Ju, and if he takes a carriage to get there, it will only take a quarter of an hour.

When Mr. Qinghe's carriage arrived not far from the gate of Qingheju, he had just lifted the curtain of the carriage, and I don't know who shouted:

"Look, Mr. Qinghe is here."

In an instant, the people surrounding the gate of Qinghe Ju immediately shifted their gaze.

"Mr. Qinghe, you're here."

"Great, you're finally here."

"So this is Mr. Qinghe? It looks really remarkable. ”

"That's nature, this is the famous Mr. Qinghe! I adore him the most. ”

"It's great that Mr. Qinghe not only has good drawing, but also has a good heart."

"Mr. Qinghe, I want to worship you as a teacher!"

“……”

Those thousands of eyes fell on him at the same time, and they were all fanatical worship and appreciation, and the discussions were all praises, which made Mr. Qinghe feel very satisfied in an instant.

He smiled faintly at the crowd, waved his hand again, and then spoke.

"Thank you for coming to cheer, Qinghe can't help but be grateful, in order to avoid accidents, don't crowd, let's come one by one."

"Mr. Qinghe is so kind and careful."

"Yes, he's worried about us, great, no matter what happens today, I'm going to buy a Dream of Red Mansions painted by Mr. Qinghe himself."

"Me too, me too."

“……”

Listening to the people next to him say this, Mr. Qinghe's smile became more and more pure and peaceful.

Today's Qinghe Ju was cleaned up in advance, and the space on the first floor seems very broad.

The various items that had been placed on the first floor had long since been removed, leaving only a few tables and calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.

On the table left behind was naturally a picture book of Dream of Red Mansions drawn by him in an urgent print.

The quality of the Dream of Red Mansions is different in different positions.

In addition to this, there is a box with an opening on the top next to it.

On the top of the box are the three big characters of Chong'an Temple.

The meaning is obvious, the money they sold today for the Dream of Red Mansions painting book will be put into the box in the presence of everyone.

After the Dream of Red Mansions were sold out, Mr. Qinghe would seal the boxes in front of everyone's attention and hand them over to the monk representatives from Chong'an Monastery in public.

For a long time, the monks of Chong'an Temple will go back with this donation, use the money to repair Chong'an Temple, and by the way, pray for peace and eternal happiness to everyone present today.

This is a good thing for everyone present.

Not only can they buy the masterpiece of Mr. Qinghe, whom they admire the most, but they can also see the true face of Mr. Qinghe.

Even the money he used to buy a script was donated to Chong'an Temple as an incense money, and he could also get the blessing of Chong'an Temple, and he also had the opportunity to draw Mr. Qinghe's paintings.

This is a win-win for them.

After Mr. Qinghe walked to Qinghe Curie, the time was almost frozen in time.

Mr. Qinghe stared at the expectant gaze of everyone, and opened his mouth to say a few particularly high-sounding words.

The words were righteous and awe-inspiring, and they sounded very sincere, which touched everyone present.

After a brief speech, Mr. Qinghe went in to find a place to sit down, and then instructed the little servant in Qinghe Curie to start arranging to register and sell books in the order of people lining up outside.

In Mr. Qinghe's idea, the next step is to line up people to walk in one by one, choose the type of picture book they want to buy, then pay for it, register, and finally leave.

But the truth turned out to be a little different from what he thought.

The first person was dressed in a washed white shirt, and he also had a weak scholarly temperament.

When he walked in, he first glanced at Mr. Qinghe with a look of admiration, and then excitedly walked to the ordinary area and paid five taels of silver.

Then because he was too excited, when he took the Dream of Red Mansions painting book, his right hand trembled a little.

That action, that expression really pleased Mr. Qinghe.

It's just that he hasn't been happy to the end, when he hears the first scholar who came in to buy a book with a strange expression.

"Huh? Why is there only Mr. Qinghe's name on it, and there is no signature of Li Jinbai's son? ”

Hearing him ask, the man who was standing there selling a script replied.

"This painting was originally made by Mr. Qinghe himself, and naturally Mr. Qinghe's name is printed, is there a problem?"

Listening to the reasonableness in the man's tone, the scholar instantly glanced at the man with a puzzled expression, and then continued to ask.

"No problem? According to Article 73 of the Great Qi State Law first promulgated and posted by the Great Qi State, the permission of the person is required for the second creation and alteration of a work whose signature is not the person's own. ”

"If you create and modify someone else's work without your permission, you will be punished."

"The punishment is that all the works that have not been approved will be destroyed, and they will also be punished, and by the way, I will be compensated with 5,000 taels of silver, and I will apologize in public."

"Those who secretly buy and sell this work will also be caught and beaten and fined money."

"You don't have the signature of Li Jinbai Gongzi on this picture book, doesn't it mean that this painting book does not have the permission of Li Jinbai Gongzi?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present, including Mr. Qinghe, was completely stunned.

What? What did the scholar say?

Why does it feel like they don't understand at all?

There are so many different versions of Dream of Red Mansions circulating on the market, and they must not have been approved by Li Jinbai's son.

Why didn't I see those people being caught, beaten, and punished?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing at all. The bookseller's face turned cold.

In the eyes of the booksellers, this man must have been deliberately sent by their opponents to smear their family's reputation.

Who made their family's Mr. Qinghe famous?

"Why not? This is an ordinance issued by the government, and the regulations are also stamped with the government's seal, is it also a lie? The scholar looked puzzled.

"Where do you see these things? Is there any evidence? At this moment, the gray monkey beside Mr. Qinghe came back and asked.

"It's on the notice board at the entrance of the official mansion, I saw it when I passed by in the morning, I can't be wrong."

Hearing the scholar say this, the gray monkey waved his hand at the guy next to him, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

The little guy nodded again and again, and then went out from the back door of Qingheju and walked straight to the door of the official mansion.

After all, the consequences of this incident are very serious, so that the gray monkey and everyone present have to pay attention to it.

While waiting, the people standing in line outside began to talk about it one by one.

"What's going on? When did such a provision come out? How I haven't heard of it. ”

"I don't know, the scholar shouldn't have deliberately said it to deceive people, right?"

"Can't you? In front of so many people, does he have the courage to tell such a lie? Isn't he afraid of drowning in everyone's spit? ”

"If this is true, is it in vain that we have waited so long?"

"Ah, no, I really like Mr. Qinghe's paintings, and I dreamed of buying a copy of his paintings."

"I don't think it's okay. Mr. Qinghe is so powerful, he must also know Li Jinbai's son, and when the time comes, just say no to Li Jinbai's son. ”

"That's right, maybe Mr. Qinghe's painting has already been approved and approved by Li Jinbai's son?"

"If that's the case, why didn't Mr. Qinghe come out and say it? Still making everyone wait here? ”

"What do you know, Mr. Qinghe is looking for someone to understand this matter, so that everyone can give an accurate explanation and let everyone rest assured."

"I see, Mr. Qinghe is really good."

"Who's to say it isn't."

"Hey, what are the people in the government doing every day? It's so nasty. ”

"Shhhh

“……”